Because there were other things to deal with, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout left early around noon.

Then there was Mr. Weasley, who also had to return to the Ministry of Magic early due to some matters.

The Ministry of Magic has just been rebuilt and it is the busiest time now. It is not easy for them to take half a day off.

When Moody was about to leave, Kyle found him first and asked, "Alastor, are you sure that Bathilda is her?"

"I can't guarantee that there will be no problem." Moody's blue magic eyes moved quickly a few times, "But I haven't found any problems so far. She hasn't drunk anything for nearly three hours. The Polyjuice Potion can be ruled out. As for the Imperius Curse... With Dumbledore here, she can't do anything."

With that, Moody limped on his artificial leg to a place beyond the protective magic and Apparated away.

"Yeah, with Dumbledore here, there's really nothing to worry about." Kyle muttered softly.

But being stared at was not very comfortable, so after thinking for a moment, Kyle decided to ask for clarification.

He came to Bathilda, and before he could open his mouth, the old witch scolded him:

“Why are you still here!?”

"What?" Kyle didn't react, not understanding what this meant...why couldn't he be here.

"Well, I'm here to attend Lupin and Tonks' wedding," he said. "Ms. Bathilda, you..."

"Why didn't you go and apologize to Aberforth?" Bathilda spoke again, but this time the content made Kyle even more confused.

Aberforth? He should still be in the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade, keeping the goat company. Why should I go and apologize to him?

However, the next second, he heard a name that should not appear here no matter what.

"Listen to me, if you hadn't insisted on dragging Albus into a chat, he wouldn't have forgotten to prepare lunch for Ariana. It's reasonable for Aberforth to be angry.

"You did something wrong, you should apologize, not only to Aberforth, but also to Ariana. The child is already pitiful enough."

"Wait..." Kyle said subconsciously: "Who were you talking about just now?"

"Arianna Dumbledore, and my sister too," a familiar voice said from behind.

Kyle looked back.

At some point, Dumbledore appeared here, right next to them.

"You should have seen her. It's the largest portrait in my office."

As Dumbledore arrived, the surrounding sounds seemed to fade away, the music and the screams of the Weasley brothers becoming quieter and quieter, as if they had been suddenly transported several miles away.

"But professor, why did Ms. Bathilda tell me this?" Kyle asked.

"It is obvious that she mistook you for someone else," Dumbledore said vaguely.

"And you, Albus, shouldn't you be at home now? Why are you running out again?" Bathilda looked at Dumbledore, "And, if possible, can you take off your fake beard? It looks really ridiculous."

"My beard is not fake, Bathilda, take a closer look," said Dumbledore.

He waved his hand gently, and suddenly a clear and melodious singing came from the distance.

There was a touch of golden red where the clouds overlapped, and the phoenix Fawkes flapped its wings, flew down and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

The phoenix's song was like a clear stream, passing through everyone's ears.

During the song, Bathilda blinked her cloudy eyes twice and looked up at Dumbledore.

"Albus, I'm so glad you came to see me again."

For some reason, Kyle felt that her voice sounded much older than before, and her body became more hunched.

"Where am I?" she asked, seeming to have completely forgotten what she had just done.

"Let's take a walk." Dumbledore took two steps forward. "But we should go back now. Go this way. We need to turn a corner ahead."

"I'm not old and confused. I know the way. You don't need to remind me." Bathilda said dissatisfiedly, "But is Hogwarts so idle now? You just came to see me yesterday, and you came again today."

Dumbledore said nothing, but nodded slightly.

But Kyle knew very well that Dumbledore had just had his Elder Wand stolen from him, and the Ministry of Magic was attacked by Death Eaters. He was extremely busy and had no time to come and visit Bathilda. She must have remembered the time wrong again.

The two walked further and further away. Kyle just turned his head to look at the lively wedding dance floor behind him, and followed them without hesitation.

Compared to dancing, he still felt that what happened next would be more interesting.

Bathilda staggered back along the way she had come, passed a few houses and turned into a path. She fumbled about for a moment, took out a key, unlocked the door, and stepped aside to let them in.

"Come in, Albus, but I have no good tea to serve you."

"I have had enough to drink," said Dumbledore, as he entered the house and waved his hand expertly.

A gust of wind blew away the strange smell in the room.

Kyle then walked in.

"Who is he?" asked Bathilda.

"One of my students," said Dumbledore, "he said he wanted to come and meet the historian who wrote A History of Magic, so I brought him here."

"Ah, yes." Kyle reacted and said quickly, "I have always liked A History of Magic."

"Yes, you are a child with vision," Bathilda said. "It took me more than ten years to create A History of Magic, during which I interviewed countless people. It is also my proudest work."

She smiled at Kyle, and the wrinkles on her face piled up together, almost covering her eyes, making her look like a cabbage cut in half.

Kyle nodded in response.

Although Dumbledore had dispelled most of the smell in the room, Kyle could still smell a distinct musty odor and the smell of spoiled food.

These smells seem to have merged with the house and cannot be removed unless the place is blown up.

"So, what do you want to ask me?" Bathilda walked past Kyle and untied her moldy headscarf, revealing a head with sparse white hair.

Kyle subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I almost forgot that I have something else to tell Minerva. Wait here for a moment, I'll be back soon."

With that, he hurried out of the room, leaving Kyle standing there in bewilderment.

"Sit down, don't just stand there like an idiot," Bathilda said, and Kyle carefully sat down on a sofa that looked like it might fall apart at any moment.

"I guess he's not going to tell Minerva anything, but to visit Ariana," Bathilda said suddenly.

"Every time he comes here, it's to visit Ariana. He just stops by my place occasionally. I know all that."

"His sister, Ariana Dumbledore?" Kyle followed up on Bathilda's question, "Is she here too?"

"It's about two miles away, near the church," Bathilda said. She looked up at Kyle. "I didn't expect you to know that name. Did he tell you all that? That's rare."

"I saw a picture of a girl in his office," Kyle said.

"Yes, that's Ariana," Bathilda murmured to herself, "but what's the use, the poor child..."

It seemed like she hadn't chatted with other people for a long time. It was a rare occasion that she met someone who was willing to listen to her. The other person was brought by Dumbledore. Bathilda opened up immediately and talked a lot, all about some things when Dumbledore was young.

She even found some badly faded old photos in a tattered box.

He had seen the middle-aged Dumbledore in the Pensieve, who looked very similar to the young man on the right side of the photo. The other man was about his age, thin, handsome, with sharp eyes, and looked very energetic.

"That's one of my nephews," Bathilda said, "but he's just as much of a jerk as Albus when it comes to Ariana."

"Look, this is Ariana." Bathilda pointed to a corner of the photo.

It was the attic of a house, and inside was a small figure, looking at them through the attic window.

Under the effect of the developing solution, the photo was divided into two completely different parts, the most eye-catching of which were naturally the two spirited teenagers.

The other part is Ariana, who is neglected, confined in the attic, and longs for sunlight and friendship.

This contrast made Kyle very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but have a bold idea in his mind. He wanted to beat Dumbledore up.

He didn't have a wand right now, and one of his arms was unusable, so maybe he could really beat him up.

Thinking of this, Kyle quickly shook his head and focused his attention on the photo again, or to be more precise, on the person on the left side of the photo.

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Kyle remembered that Bathilda Bagshot seemed to be his great aunt.

Just when Kyle wanted to take a closer look, the photo was put away.

"I have never been able to watch this because it always brings back some sad memories," Bathilda said.

Kyle wanted to ask something about Grindelwald, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea and continued, "Professor Dumbledore at that time didn't seem to care much about his sister."

"Yes." Bathilda nodded. "He was completely different when he was young. He always felt that he had more worthwhile things to do instead of staying at home to take care of his Squib sister day after day. If you ask me, he even felt that Ariana was a burden."

"A squib?" Kyle paused.

"Oh, I shouldn't say that," Bathilda said. "In fact, the Dumbledores announced that Ariana was ill, but no one had ever seen her at St. Mungo's."

"Well, forget it, it doesn't matter what the truth is.

"In short, Ariana's death changed Albus into a different person, but it also caused a complete break between him and Aberforth. His nose was broken at that time."

Bathilda trudged over to the table, replaced the photograph in its box, and rummaged through it.

"Would you like to see the manuscript of A History of Magic? There are many interesting things that are not recorded there."

"Of course," Kyle said.

Although he was more interested in the principal's youth, Bathilda obviously didn't want to continue talking about it, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"How come it's not there..." Bathilda searched in the box for a while, "Maybe I left it upstairs. I have to go look for it."

She came to the stairs and walked up slowly.

After Bathilda left, Kyle looked around the place for the first time.

The room was messy and rarely cleaned, with dust everywhere.

Next to the sofa was a chest of drawers with many photos on it. Kyle saw Grindelwald again in the photo. It was a solo photo, and he looked even younger.

He was smiling lazily at Kyle in the silver frame.

“Click…”

At this moment the door rang and Dumbledore walked in from outside.

What a coincidence, he came back just as Bathilda went upstairs.

Kyle looked at him, picked up the silver picture frame on the chest of drawers, and said, "I suppose that's what Bathilda Bagshot thought I was, her nephew."

Dumbledore paused for a moment and nodded. "That should be the case. She rarely uses that tone when talking to other people."

"But we don't look alike, especially our hair color." Kyle looked at the photo.

The person in the photo frame has blond hair, but his is black, which is a big difference.

And being mistaken for a dark wizard was not a pleasant thing. Kyle always thought he was a good person.

“I don’t know about that, maybe because of her age, her eyesight is not as good as before.

"She's also been getting more and more confused lately. She's even mistaken me for my dad a few times, even though we don't look alike at all."

"Is that so?" Kyle put the photo frame back, and Dumbledore seemed to be slightly relieved.

He came to Kyle and asked, "Are you wondering why I came here suddenly?"

"A little bit." Kyle nodded.

To be honest, he had already guessed a possibility in his heart, but he didn't say it. He just looked at him.

"After leaving last night, I went to Devonshire." Dumbledore looked tangled, as if struggling with something. After a few minutes, he said in a deep voice, "But Nico, tell me, do you have what I'm looking for?"

"Nico?" Kyle didn't find it strange at all. "Last time I visited his manor, he did give me a gift."

Kyle fumbled in the deformed lizard skin bag for a while and took out a golden pocket watch with five hands.

For a moment, Dumbledore's breathing suddenly became rapid, Kyle even felt a chill on his back, and his body suddenly became tense.

It is certain that he definitely had the thought of snatching the pocket watch, but he held back.

"Can you lend it to me?" Dumbledore tried to control his emotions. "It is very important to me."

"Because of Ariana?" Kyle asked casually. He raised his head and met a pair of sharp and bright blue eyes.

"How do you know that?"

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but even though Dumbledore was questioning him, Kyle always felt that he had known this would happen.

"I guessed it. Bathilda told me some secrets about your youth." Kyle opened the box in front of Dumbledore and put the pocket watch in it.

He just watched without moving during this time until Kyle closed the box.

"Perhaps I can make another bold guess. You brought me here from the beginning to use Bathilda to tell me about Ariana."

"Yes." Dumbledore did not deny it. "Bathilda has been reminiscing more and more about the past recently. When she saw me leaving, she would definitely guess that I was going to visit Ariana and bring up the topic."

"Why?" Kyle didn't understand and couldn't figure out why he did this.

He could have said it himself, so why did he go to so much trouble to have Bathilda relay it?

"Because I need that time converter, but I don't have the courage to tell you why." Dumbledore sat opposite Kyle. "I dare not recall what happened back then, let alone say it out loud, so I can only tell you the reason in this way."

"What if Bathilda didn't mention Arianna?" Kyle asked, "Or maybe I wasn't interested in the name and didn't ask."

"I can only say that I have always had good luck," said Dumbledore, "and this time is no exception."

(End of this chapter)